Perfectly Flawed Beings

By Soksambath Pichny,

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© Soksambath Pichny/2019

I came across this painting of flowers when I started looking around my house for inspiration. I honestly have no idea when, where, or who I got it from. It somehow reminds me of my love for flowers. So, here I am…writing just about that.

I love flowers. I love seeing them in a bunch. I love seeing the clashes of differences. Different colors, different petals, different stems and leaves. Some have pink petals, some blue, some yellow and red. Many types of flowers always come to my mind whenever people ask me what’s my favorite. I think of daisies, roses, sunflowers, tulips, lilies, lotuses… Not one but many. I never know the answer. I think they’re all beautiful.

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© Soksambath Pichny/2018

They complement each other very well when put together, but can also stand out on their own. They are also flawed. A rose has sharp thorns. A lily’s pollen leave stains. They grow from dirt, and yet they embrace their beauty gracefully.

I never wish for one flower to have a different color or shape. I never thought that a daisy should look like a rose. Or a sunflower would be more beautiful if it was smaller. But why does it come so easy with flowers and not with people? Why can’t I just think of people like flowers? Beautiful and unique in their own ways?

I am never judgmental towards flowers. But I sure am towards people, especially towards myself. I always think that I am full of flaws, and I always wish I was prettier. Many of my friends think and wish for the same thing. We all wish to be something we think is ‘pretty’… something that is not us. Just like how Sierra Burgess thinks that she’s a sunflower but wishes she was a rose. Nothing is ever… enough.

We forget that we are all unique. We forget that flaws are part of our character. It’s the flaws that make us who we are. They distinguish us from others. Just imagine if a sunflower actually looks like a rose, it would no longer be a sunflower! It would be called a rose! And that’s the same for every one of us. We are not ‘us’ anymore. We become someone else. I know that we will never be perfect. We are flawed. We are perfectly flawed. And what’s wrong with that? Because as we can learn from flowers, even the prettiest have flaws.

So, whatever kind of flower you are (a sunflower, a daisy, a rose…) just know that you’re unique in your own way!

 

Views expressed here are those of the author’s and do not necessarily represent or reflect the views of UNICEF.

6 Comments

  1. I like what u said it’s true and it’s also very useful for people’s thinking nowaday if i can i hope that i have a chance to join in voice of youth cambodia like writer soksambath pichny. To be honest i am very greatful that everything u said the same as my own thinking.

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    1. Hi! 😀 Thank you so much for this lovely comment! As the writer of this blog, I am really glad that you can resonate with it! After all, that’s what our goals on the Voices of Youth journey are all about. Oh! Talking about Voices of Youth, why don’t you try out for the next one? Don’t miss the chance and the advertisement which will be posted on UNICEF Cambodia Facebook page around June or July! Hoping to see your name as another writer for the program! 😀 You will not regret it, I promise! Thank you once again!

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    1. Hello! I’m the writer of this blog and thank you so much for this sweet comment. I hope this one could help you (and me too) to reduce our habit of comparing ourselves to others, because we are all unique despite of our flaws! Have a great day! 😀

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